Birthday

 
He holds up a card in hazy dismay
hands wrinkled like sand dunes
wind cannot blow away.
wading through the afternoon(s)
most laughing at this back,
or burning to be bore?
and if he could have asked
to relive this war
I don’t think he would.
for old age is misunderstood,
and I wholeheartedly believe
that Wisdom is Good